I have been blessed with a sweet homecoming and few days home. I love seeing, hearing, hugging my littles. I am kind of, ok really a part-part time mom. Not gonna lie, I am enjoying it. I physically can’t expend more than 9 calories a day, so my options are sitting, restroom, sitting, sitting or my 20 minute walk 3 times a day. Which aren’t really happening. I can get sloppy kisses and hugs from my squirts, laugh at the dramatic tantrums, and not be accountable for feeding one person, let alone cleaning up the kitchen hurricane that takes place after meals. I will openly complain to anyone who will listen that sleeping upright and being upright 24/7 is tortuous. Almost to the degree of watching english drama’s. (wink, wink Chad). I still smell like I came out the 1800’s and no one has kicked me out yet.
miracles
PSA: this post will quite possibly make you stop reading this blog. It is that riveting. I wish I could tell you we freed the libyeans, (sp?), or whatever is going on over there. I really need to start acting like a grown up and paying attention to the news stories so I can start talking like a big girl. Back to the reason for the post:
Well last week operation “get-the-tool-dislodged-and-sucked-out-of-the-pipe-that-has-made-our-downstairs-bathroom-a-leper” commenced. It took about 5 months of prayer, 4 grown men and my husband. I couldn’t watch. If this effort succeeded we would not have to spare our 1st born. {Not really} We would not have to spend 3,000 bones and compromise our post tension slab foundation to fix this speedbump. If it didn’t work, well then we would have had to spend $1000.00 to try, and $3,000.00 to do what you just read. That would have been a lose, lose, fyi. Regardless, God provided the money.
So after my friend Tina’s husband, (a contractor), took the wall down, he couldn’t get to the blockage. So his team realized there was a connector on the sink pipe from when plumber #5 punched our our wall and punctured the pipe a la 2008. By going through the connector and using magnets, Marc started trying to get it out. 15 minutes, a whole lotta sweat and a pouty quivering lip later, MARC GOT IT!!!!!!!! Unbelieveable. Truly. Unbelievable. It was a miracle-a real miracle and answered prayer that involved a rusty ole: